by Shadowhunter, » Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:41 am
Username: Shadowhunter,
Equid's Name: Sylar
Age: who knows???
Sex: Stallion
Height: 14.1hh
Coat Colour: Palomino and Chestnut Chimera Tobiano
Quote/Saying: Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves ~Carl Jung
Artistic Portrayal:
So this ended up a lot longer than intended xD I've broken it up though so hopefully it's not too bad c:
Crescendo
Sylar
The name sends chills down your spine. You've herd of him, the stallion with two coats. One is the colour of red clay, the other hot desert sand. Two souls in one equid they say. One is a monster, the other...no one knows. The monster is in control, they say. It-he-is vicious, known to tear herds apart and set sibling on sibling, parent on child, friend on friend. All without saying a word. His name inspires fear and stories of him are used to frighten young ones into going to bed.
Sylar
You scoff. He had always been so sure of himself. He was always the hero. How times have changed! He was shunned from the herd as their anxieties rose. It all started at that cliff. The stories. The stories that ruined his life and made yours. The stories of the chimeric monster with no soul.
Sylar
You are told he has escaped and your blood runs cold. What you did to him is something you'll never forget and something he'll never forgive. In your defense it wasn't your fault. His love stepped too close to the edge. You loved her too. Whispers a nasty voice. She chose him and you got mad. You framed him. Liar. Whispers the voice. Cheat. Chimes another. Murderer. Accuses a third. You push the voices away. He is coming for you. With revenge in his heart and flames in his eyes, he is coming. You tremble in fear.
Sylar
Hours since his escape and you can't sleep. Whenever you manage to drift off, you dream of his eyes. Those icy eyes that can turn white-hit in an instant. You can see the accusation in them, the look of pure hate he will give you. You want to run so bad, to get away, to escape the monster. Hot sweat burns a path down your forehead and stings your eye. You know running will do you no good, he will find you anywhere.
Sylar
You were friends once, a long, long time ago. The two of you were inseparable. He taught you many things about yourself. Showed you kindness. Jealous foal you repaid him by ruining his name and calling him a monster all because that filly chose him, not you. Your heart starts to beat faster.
Sylar
The name rings through your head like you're standing next to church bells. Loud, loud, so, so loud. As the name ringing in your head intensifies, your pulse shoots up, heart thudding, lungs gasping, sweat dripping. His name now causes a full on panic attack and you lash out, kicking and screaming, destroying a sapling and almost breaking your leg. Your sides heave up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. Lava-like sweat runs off you in rivers. You're hot and cold at the same time.
Sylar
You can feel him breathing down on your neck. He's close. You've accepted that you'll die tonight, yet your heart still races. Denial. Your leg throbs.
Sylar
All you can hear is the pulse in your ears. You whimper, a sad, terrified sound. The night is quiet. The wildlife waits for the show to begin. The ache in your leg is gone. You mourn the loss of a distraction.
Sylar
He must be close now. You're still sweating, heart still pounding. You feel light headed, must be all that rapid breathing. A rustle in the bushes.
SYLAR
He's here! Your heartbeat crashes in your ears, your eyes wide with fear. You try to stand, but you can't move. You lay vulnerable on the dirt, head on the ground. One swift kick...
Sylar
The monster approaches. Your breath becomes shallow and your vision narrows. Images of your blood on his hooves dance in your mind. He raises his hoof over your eye. You gulp and squeeze your eyes shut.
Sylar
Nothing. You crack an eye open. His hoof lands with immense force a hare's breath away from your head, bringing up dust and making breathing even harder. His hoof leaves a crater. You stare intently at, not wanting to look at him. You have to. You look into his eyes and expect them to be fiery with anger and revenge or cold with hate. To your surprise, they're warm and soothing, full of sadness and pity. He leans down and whispers in your ear. He whispers words you will hear echo in your thoughts forever
I forgive you
Sylar
The name tastes bitter in you mouth, like an unripe apple. The words, those words, those terrible, terrible words. They hurt more his hoof would have. They weigh you down. Death would have been a gift to you. Life and forgiveness is a burden you will carry with you forever.
Sylar
You see his eyes when you sleep. They're burned into your memory. His final words rattle around your empty brain, replacing any thought it comes across.
Sylar
The legends are wrong. You lose control of yourself and kick at anything and everything and nothing, like a child who doesn't know how to deal with the world and its injustices. You finally accept your fate and flop down on the ground, sobbing. Without saying a word he has taught you something valuable about yourself.
You're the monster.
Last edited by
Shadowhunter, on Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:49 pm, edited 6 times in total.